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This Pussy Stabs Back: Snapshots From The Downtown LA Women’s March

There was an infectious electric energy in the crisp early morning air at today’s Women’s March in Downtown LA. As thousands upon thousands of women, men, and children poured into Pershing Square, wearing pink knitted caps and waving clever, colorful homemade signs, you could feel powerful waves of strength, soul, and solidarity.

There’s no denying that women are a force of nature, and there was a palpable and fierce determination that rose up today in Los Angeles, and all around the world. Marching towards City Hall today were thousands of diverse and multigenerational women and men who were brimming with guts and grit and compassion and pride, ready and willing to fight for a better, stronger, kinder future. Parents marched with children, husbands marched with wives, all sending a powerful and undeniable message to our new government: we are standing in solidarity, we will fight for our rights, and we are not afraid to get loud.

There were moments of somber seriousness, hugs between strangers, chanting, tears, and voices hoarse from speaking up for hours. At times the crowd was too thick to move, so we stood, holding each other and our signs high, soaking up this moment in history, this momentous, magnificent push towards justice and equality, this refusal to go quietly into the dark night. This fierce outpouring of strength, support, collective action, and unbreakable love.

The Women’s March in LA (and all across the country and world) cut through the anxious apprehension of yesterday’s events to the pure and brilliant core of what it means to come together and incite change. It was a shining and deeply heartening example of what democracy and resistance can look like, one that will surely inspire energized action and radical love in the coming days. Most importantly, it was a peaceful, positive, and much-needed reminder of our unwavering strength, marching together in a sea of hope.